David Addison - The abused policewoman

Once she was sure that the gleaming stalk couldn't get any bigger or harder, Carol let it pop free of her sucking lips. She didn't even pause to wipe her dripping lips and chin as she sprawled on her belly beside the boy.

"Hurry, honey. Climb up behind me," the beautiful policewoman moaned as she drew her knees up under her, leaving her torso laying flat as she elevated her round bottom for him. "Ooooo, baby, put it back in me," she begged her handsome teen-aged stud.

Terry was topping her in an instant. The young brunette sighed happily as his searching cock found her hole and slipped back into her lubricated, dripping quiver.

"Awwwuuuggg… yes!!! It feels so big going in me like that," Carol panted over her shoulder. Terry just grunted as she shook her white ass against his lean belly, helping him feed her demanding body his powerful trunk of swollen gristle. "Unnngggg Jesus," Carol gasped as he sank into her to the balls. A new twisted desire began to boil in her. Carol's mind was numb, she couldn't tell right from wrong anymore. All she could do was act to obey the lust that shook and moved in her!

"Here baby," the young woman groaned as she guided one of Terry's hands back to her jerking buttocks. "Put two fingers in me there, darling. I'm afraid to let you really do it now, but touch me. Help me want you in my ass!!!"

Terry trembled and shook as he let her dip his fingers into the thick froth that ringed the lips of her clutching sheath then press them against her tight little anus! They both groaned and shuddered as his greased fingers slipped past her puckered ring and squirmed in her heated rectum!!!

"Agggguuuggghhh," the beautiful brunette grunted, she arched her back and slammed her tortured body back against the fingers, forcing them in all the way to the knuckles! "Oooo God, boy that's so dirty," she whimpered as a perverted storm of erotic desire boiled up in her. "Push harder, darling. Make it loose and ready. Soon baby, soon you can do it to me. But I'm so afraid!!!"

The sound of laughter and the whir of a lawnmower outside her window pulled Carol out of her deep, relaxed sleep. For a few moments the lovely young woman stared in horror at the clock. She should have been at work hours ago! Then she fell back against the pillow with a sleepy groan. It was Saturday. No school, no work on Saturdays. She could sleep as long as she wanted!

Carol closed her dark eyes and tried to slip back to sleep, but it was too late. The drowsiness had left her and she was wide awake. The lovely young woman stretched and sighed, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her sleepwarm flesh. Her dark red nipples tingled and grew sharp as uninvited bits and snatches of what had happened the night before flitted across her mind.

Carol tried to feel the shame and humiliation that she knew should be there. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the emotions inside of her and couldn't stop the soft little smile that teased and pricked at the corners of her mouth.

The lovely woman was aware of the new confidence, aware of the new self that was growing inside of her and wondered where that self was taking her? Without realizing it, Carol allowed one hand to press against the dark tangle of her pubic hair as she thought about Terry White. There were dried, crusty patches in the curls and she knew that they were spots of the boy's dried cum! A warm flush covered her when she remembered how tired and satisfied she'd been when he finally had to leave. She couldn't even pull herself out of bed to wash and had gone to sleep leaving his sperm drying on her!

"Ohhhh, you darling boy," she whispered to her lover's memory as it slipped through her brain. "I wish you were here now. I wish that it was your big dong that was rubbing at me right now. Wouldn't that be a lovely way to start the day?" Carol looked down at herself in vague surprise and watched one slim finger parting the matted hairs and dip into her damp slot.

"Hmmmmm that's nice, darling," she murmured as a fresh fantasy caught her, sending warm shocks of pleasure through her soft body as she imagined the handsome teen-ager riding tall and eager over her yielding body.

Carol's sleepy eyes caught sight of herself in the mirror over the dresser and she watched as her firm, supple body twisted and lifted under the insistant probe of her finger. She spread her thighs wider and lifted her bottom higher so that she could see each motion of her finger as it flicked and pressed against her swelling clit, feeding new fires of desire inside of her.

But, even as she was enjoying herself, a tiny part of Carol's mind was still functioning. She still had a frail claw-hold on reality. What's going to happen if I get caught with him? What will I do if someone finds out about Terry or Jimmy and learns about the things I've been doing with them? Just thinking about that sparked the fear that had been lurking in the back of her mind. A chill danced down her spine and the excited woman suddenly jerked her guilty finger away and sat up.

"I couldn't stand it, I'd die of shame," Carol whispered into the mirror. But her image couldn't respond or soothe the guilty fears that tormented her. I've got to talk with someone, someone who understands what's happening to me! The answer was plain, but she tried to avoid it for a few more moments. There was only one person that she could talk to about this, Doris Abels!

As she dressed, Carol refused to let herself imagine what was going to be said when she had to confess her problem to the older woman. She didn't want to think of how embarrassing and painful it was going to be to admit that they shared this perverted lust for boys! She paused at the door only long enough to check the woman's home address then she hurried out.

Carol forced herself to look calm and serene as she went down the driveway. She was so intent on controlling the conflicting emotions inside of her that she didn't notice the man standing near her car. Her hand was already on the handle when his dry voice shocked her out of her daze.

"Hello, Davis. We were just coming to invite you out for a drive." Carol froze in place and stared in dazed confusion at Sergeant Miller!!! The tall man grinned at her as he stepped a bit closer. He wore civilian clothes this morning. But he still carried himself erect, as if he wore an invisible uniform.

"We've been to a little all night party, honey. And we got to thinking about you and how lonely you must be, living all alone here the way that you do."

He'd gestured over his shoulder and Carol's eyes followed the hand to see Officer Brown sitting behind the wheel of an old station wagon. A thin trickle of fear leaked down her spine and Carol would have turned and run if Miller hadn't caught her by the wrist and held tight. He grinned again and she could smell the whisky on his breath as he spoke again.

"Come on, Officer baby. A pretty little pussy like you has to have a man once in a while so why not have the two of us?" There was no question in her mind what they intended. Carol could read it in their smirking faces. But still she couldn't find the courage to try and twist away from Miller and run. Fear mixed with a nasty, swirling excitement and the sensations boiled inside of her lush belly until she was powerless! She barely resisted as he shoved her into the station wagon.

"There now, isn't this nice?" Sergeant Miller chuckled as Brown pulled the wagon away from the curb and shot up the street. Carol sat between the men, painfully aware of their warm, male bodies on either side of her. Brown's glance flickered down to her bare thighs from time to time as he drove and she wished she'd choosen a longer skirt when she'd dressed.

"She is pretty, isn't she, Brown?" The beautiful young woman heard the tall man beside her chuckle and felt him edge a little closer to her on the seat, trapping her between them.